By Someone Who’s Bled for the Waves and Lived to Wax Another Day Let’s set the scene. You're gliding into a glassy right-hander, sun low, skin bronzed, vibes high. You're halfway through what feels like your best session in months. Then, like a villain creeping in from...
You’ve spent months dreaming of that picture-perfect Indo swell. You’ve scoured surf forecasts like a Wall Street analyst, packed your board bag with military precision, and even remembered to bring wax (miracle!). But then, ding dang it! Your beloved board takes a hit. Maybe it...
(Because even the coolest coconuts need to roll once in a while) Let’s be real: Canggu is the peanut butter to your banana, smooth, addictive, and a little crunchy with tattooed travelers and world-class waves. But every now and then, it’s good to escape the echo...
There’s something magical about the ocean. It calls out not just to surfers, but to souls yearning for connection, challenge, and a sprinkle of salty mischief. And if you’ve ever found yourself paddling out alongside strangers, sharing wide grins over wipeouts, or exchanging “stoke” at...
Let’s be honest: learning to surf solo is like trying to learn salsa by reading a book. Sure, it sounds noble, but sooner or later you’re going to get tangled in your own two left feet,or in this case, arms. If you’ve ever belly-flopped your...
The thing about surf camp life is… clocks don’t really run the show — tide charts do. Schedules are as flexible and interchangeable as a seasoned yogi in pigeon pose. One day we’re off to the beach at 6:00 AM sharp, the next it’s 10:00...
(Or, How to Surf Like You Mean It, and Start Carving Like a Jedi) If surfing was a language, the bottom turn would be its comma—smooth, subtle, and absolutely necessary. Mess it up, and your wave turns into a confused run-on sentence. Nail it, and you’re...
Surfing, they said. It’ll be relaxing, they said. Then you bellyflopped off a wave like a pancake on a hot pan, got tangled in your leash like spaghetti in a colander, and realized that maybe, just maybe, you’re not the next Kelly Slater just yet. Fear...